After Leaving with Nothing, the Max-Level Mystic Fights Back Against Everyone

Three years into their marriage, all of the capital laughed at Su Qinghuan for being a nobody and a doormat, mistreated by her in-laws and bullied by her sister-in-law.

Then her scumbag husband's first love returned, and he slapped a divorce agreement in her face. “Sign it and leave with nothing. You'll never set foot in a wealthy household again!”

Su Qinghuan looked at the deathly aura swirling between her scumbag husband's brows and sneered as she signed without hesitation. “Fine. I hope you lose everything and suffer a bloody catastrophe.”

Everyone waited to see this penniless divorcee end up on the street, begging for scraps.

Instead, she dropped her disguise, and the secret identity of a top-level metaphysical master sent shockwaves around the world!

Her predictions were always spot-on, and a single reading cost a fortune. She drew talismans with her left hand and read faces with her right.

Wealthy tycoons offered her billions in family assets just to ask for her guidance;

Masters of the mystical arts wept and begged on their knees to become her disciples;

A top-tier star flooded her livestream with virtual rockets just to ask for a single protective talisman.

Later, her scumbag husband's family went bankrupt, and misfortune plagued them. The scumbag finally came to his senses and knelt in the pouring rain, begging to remarry her. “Qinghuan, I was wrong. Please, save me!”

Before Su Qinghuan could answer, a Rolls-Royce with matching plate numbers pulled up in front of her.

The legendary Huo Jingyuan, the capital's most powerful and ruthless top tycoon, stepped out and possessively drew her into his arms. He glared down at the scumbag, his eyes dark. “Get lost. You're blocking my wife's wealth corner.”

Then this aloof, refined billionaire turned to her, eyes red, and offered her his entire fortune. “Mrs. Huo, would you give me a reading?”

Su Qinghuan raised an eyebrow. “What do you want to know?”

Huo Jingyuan's voice turned husky. “When fate says we'll have a second child?”